Woah! lyrics

by

Deante’ Hitchcock


[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Check)
Okay

[Verse 1]
Casamigos flowin' through my blood stream
Pop it like a perc', but she don't really do the drug thing (Yeah)
Will I do you dirty like a tub ring?
Or do I really like ya? It's a all of the above thing (Yeah)
Know that sh*t ain't really fair, but I don't really care
I'm with all the games, when I'm in town like the city fair (Yeah)
Back home. baby mad but I don't care about it
My EX broke my heart, I swear she ruined it for everybody
Okay, blowin' up my text, sayin' she ain't pressed
Sin at times, but I know I'm blessed, can't even stress
VV's in front, the S that's on my chest
But I ain't savin' hoes unless I'm really savin' hoes for later like who next?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Her lil' pus*y like a bag of ice, I smashed it on the floor
Cut so good, I had to stab it twice, then I was out the door
Now she think she special, I'm like woah-woah-woah-woah

[Chorus]
Okay, I might treat you good but that don't mean sh*t
b*tch you know I'm poppin, I got options, my whole team lit
You supposed to chose, I might hit your line but that don't mean sh*t
Baby what's your purpose?
These hoes treat me like I'm perfect, what I'm supposed to do?
I might f*ck you good but that don't mean sh*t
Hate when we be chillin' and they get to catchin' feelings
All emotional, even though it happen everytime
It still catch me by surprise, I be like woah-woah-woah-woah
[Verse 2]
Tae just pulled up with a coupe, he think he Spencer James
When I leave the game, you know my jersey goin' hall of fame (Yeah)
Lotta women tryna put me on a ball and chain
I should f*ck with triplets, 'cause these b*tches really all the same (Yeah)
Got a college girl, gon' graduate from state in like a year
My lil' bottle girl get nasty off the drink, she don't do no beer
My lil' black chick caught me flyin' b*tches out, now I'm in the clear
My lil' white girl say I'm toxic, so I call her Britney Spears
If she need some closure, I still got her open
I got no emotions, toxic di*k, it get a coochie soakin'
Put the plays in motion like a quarterback, but I be coachin'
Love said I'd give her some mo' of that but I was jokin' (Yeah)
I don't think I'll ever, ever fall in love
My name Tae but call me Klay like Thompson, why? 'Cause it's a dub
Told her we can get it poppin' like the sparklers in this club
But after that you know what's up, you gotta go, go, go, go

[Chorus]
Okay, I might treat you good but that don't mean sh*t (Uh-uh)
b*tch you know I'm poppin, I got options, my whole team lit
You supposed to chose, I might hit your line but that don't mean sh*t
Baby what's your purpose?
These hoes treat me like I'm perfect, what I'm supposed to do?
I might f*ck you good but that don't mean sh*t (Uh-uh)
Hate when we be chillin' and they get to catchin' feelings
All emotional, even though it happen everytime
It still catch me by surprise, I be like woah-woah-woah-woah
[Outro]
These b*tches be crazy
Swear that these hoes be crazy (Yeah)
These b*tches be crazy
Boy, I swear these hoes be crazy
These b*tches be crazy
Boy, I swear that these hoes be crazy
These b*tches be crazy
Boy, I swear these hoes be crazy (Yeah)
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